How do you project the life you see?
Your voice is so clear and hard.
I am surprised by the softness in your eyes.
They are like sharp, brilliant faceted stones.
You tell all of the terror of adulthood.
Yet, you still keep your child-like smile.
What little time we all had together that night...
It lasted for hours.
In so many ways you fascinate me.
In so many ways you inspire me.
But I can never be who you are.
I can never be like you are.
Always, I am myself.
I will have to find my own way.
I am quite certain you understand.
You do understand, don't you?
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